Whew. It's been a fun and crazy few weeks. I've had about twenty some odd people stay at my home on different nights for a wedding we hosted recently. At the time, I didn't think I could pull it off. But each guest, even the littlest ones, were so tremendously helpful that I barely had to lift a finger.
When I told a friend that at the most, seventeen people spent the night in my home, she exclaimed, "that's about fifteen too many!" But really, I had my room to myself so I slept well, and the meals practically made themselves (okay, we did order out once). Typically when visiting family, we've always stayed in hotel rooms to be more comfortable. However, through this experience, I can appreciate putting that luxury aside for the pleasure of enjoying being closer to my family.
In the photo above, the look of concern is from one uncle telling the story of another's near death escape from the Navajo "Mafia" and the brother who saved him. We should have been around a campfire telling these stories, but the weather was not kind to us. Instead, we stayed up late each night playing cards, spoons and poker.
Isn't it said that rain on a wedding day brings good luck? Kind of like stepping in doggie doo, right? Each time we had to leave for a scheduled event, and there were several, black clouds darkened the skies and a storm would dump a ton of rain on us all. For the bachelor/bachelorette party, there was even a tornado that drove right through the city of Chicago into Lake Michigan. I didn't think they struck urban centers. Yet, when the marriage was over and the bride and groom drove off with cans bouncing along the street behind them, blue skies prevailed. I take that as a blessing for what is to come in their marriage, I hope.
With everyone gone, and Chloe at school, my home seems a just little more empty.